As some of you may know, the title and general theme of my blog is the graphic novel Transmetropolitan by Warren Ellis and Darick Robertson. It's about a journalist who is disenchanted with the world around him and how he attempts to use telling the truth to the mass populous to improve an otherwise dystopian society. Why I chose this for my blog theme escapes me.
There's a line in the book along the lines of "Once, just once, I'd like to know what it's like to go a day without hating anybody." No words have ever resonated with me more.
I realize as I type this that I'm working night shifts and that I'm currently running on about 12 hours sleep in the last 60, but I've come across more girls whining their insecurities and personal issues all over everyone else with little to know gratitude being given lately. Sage advice is given and ignored, in favour of recycling past mistakes over and fucking over again, like a stubborn mule who falls into the same damn mud puddle.
The boys I see are no better. I see guys trying to offer whatever advice comes to their minds as a painfully thin veil to the question, "All better? Can we bang now?" It never ceases to amaze me how, even when a girl is venting her vulnerabilities, most guys will only ever use that as an excuse to get what they want, regardless of what it might be doing to someone else.
There's another line in the book along the lines of "I don't think people are stupid. Distracted. Apathetic. Weak. But never stupid." I agree with that. But it's the distraction, apathy and weakness that distresses me most days. I'm just waiting for the day it doesn't.
There's a line in the book along the lines of "Once, just once, I'd like to know what it's like to go a day without hating anybody." No words have ever resonated with me more.
I realize as I type this that I'm working night shifts and that I'm currently running on about 12 hours sleep in the last 60, but I've come across more girls whining their insecurities and personal issues all over everyone else with little to know gratitude being given lately. Sage advice is given and ignored, in favour of recycling past mistakes over and fucking over again, like a stubborn mule who falls into the same damn mud puddle.
The boys I see are no better. I see guys trying to offer whatever advice comes to their minds as a painfully thin veil to the question, "All better? Can we bang now?" It never ceases to amaze me how, even when a girl is venting her vulnerabilities, most guys will only ever use that as an excuse to get what they want, regardless of what it might be doing to someone else.
There's another line in the book along the lines of "I don't think people are stupid. Distracted. Apathetic. Weak. But never stupid." I agree with that. But it's the distraction, apathy and weakness that distresses me most days. I'm just waiting for the day it doesn't.
